She answers deferring, vacant expression
As they stand in a line to explain
Shaking their heads in laughing session
That she made a mistake yet again.
Profuse apologies commence from her lips
Nervously laughing as she stumbles about
They join together, an armada of ships
Like guns they barrel poison words out
Are you stupid woman, can you not see it?
It’s so clear to us you aren’t of this world
You haven’t a clue not even a bit
As one has a hand in fist curled
The day has come, she has suffered enough
This mousey woman for whom nobody cares
She has decided now it’s time to get tough
Out of the room she’s climbing the stairs
Her husband walks in, yes she’s sick
Tells him she can’t even walk out the door
They’ve no idea about what makes her tick
And her decision is to take their haranguing to take no more
She cannot be bold and speak of the plan
So now she stays till they leave her in her bed
Then away she will go from that place where they ban,
Her thoughts and her dreams from out of her head
Yes we saw, and you denied it was not possible it was you
All over the place, bag clutched firmly in your hand
Your eyes beseeching do not insist this is true
Or on all my hopes they will again stand.
So little woman, they convinced you you’re stupid and mad
Now they run around looking like an army of pesky ants
Their appearances tired, know now what they had
As their old perfect world takes on a tough new slant.
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2015
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